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Sebastian Paul

TOO MUCH

 

TOO MUCH

(album: BOY OH BOY - 2019)


Touching you slow, as you breathe on my chest
Lift up your soul, while I make you confess
Whoa, suddenly the sheets are breathing deep
And hold tight 'cause I know these seasons cease

Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
Robbing me so hard that you take all my bills
Nothing to hold our, leave it all on this bed
No one in the world I'd rather be
Than right here in this world that we've conceived

Cause these days
I don't need much, to be content
I've just enough, when you're in my hands

Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
Destined, reckon, you
Well, you move while invention, something new
You know how I turn, pressing into fumes
Are we planning future days?

And ever if you start to feel differently, you might as well kill me
Cause I don't see a life for me any time with your love aside
Cause I don't need much, to be content
I've just enough, when you're in my hands

Tension, tension, no one got my attention like you do
Even though all the messages are fuel, I hang on every word you say
Destined, reckon, you
Well, you move while invention, something new
You know how I turn, pressing into fumes
Are we planning future days?

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